Prologue

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"But why do you have to hate everyone in the school?" Greenwood William high school's superstar athlete, Lucas George, was having a fiery argument in the car with his girlfriend, Payton Downe, the most hatred girl in the school. Payton was a back stabber, two faced bitch, the queen of fake. Obviously this was not Payton's words, Payton thought she was worshiped by her fellow school mates, these words would never slip out of her neatly lipglossed-lips, no, but from her hate list. Payton has a long list of people she wanted to publicly humiliate, but this also meant she has a long list of people who want to punch her in the face.

"I don't hate them, hate is a strong word. I just think they are puny little freaks." Payton grins a sly smile, reaching from ear to ear.

"One of these days you are going to hurt your friends, and you will come crying back to me because the entire school will despise you!" Lucas steps down into the accelerator.

"Lucas, calm down, you are going to fast! You are just a furious beast! All you do is get muscular and get into fights! So stop trying to make me sound like the bad one." Paytons face heats up. Lucas lets out a furious sigh. Suddenly his foot slips onto the brake and he slams it down hard. The immensely expensive Aston Martin was sent plunging into the furrow. The windscreen shattered sending fragments of glass into their skin. The airbags popped out punching Lucas in the nose. Leaves and branches tumble into their vehicle. Payton's screams pierce Lucas' ears. The car halts to a stop. That's when Lucas noticed the blood drenching Payton's new Marc Jacobs dress, The silent shriek trying to escape her lips, that's when Lucas noticed the branch piercing Payton's throat.

Lucas panicked, he wasn't hurt just sore from being slapped by numerous branches, but Payton evidently was. She was dead. Lucas dragged her over the gears into the drivers seat. He grabbed his bag from the back seat and evacuated the scene. 

"What have I done?" Lucas thought tears rolling down his muddy cheeks.                                                           "I can't live with her blood on my hands." Lucas pulls a pocket knife out of the bottom of his gym bag.  "I can't live... At all."




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